White fog...Ten feet away the solid earth changes into melting cloud....(by Sara Teasdale)
Heaven-invading hills are drowned
In wide moving waves of mist
Phlox before my door are wound
In dripping wreaths of amethyst
Ten...
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Heaven-invading hills are drowned
In wide moving waves of mist
Phlox before my door are wound
In dripping wreaths of amethyst
Ten feet away the solid earth
changes into melting cloud,
There is a hush of pain and mirth,
No bird has heart to speak aloud.
Here is a world without a sky,
Without the ground,without the sea,
The one unchanging thing is I,
Myself remains to comfort me.
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In wide moving waves of mist
Phlox before my door are wound
In dripping wreaths of amethyst
Ten feet away the solid earth
changes into melting cloud,
There is a hush of pain and mirth,
No bird has heart to speak aloud.
Here is a world without a sky,
Without the ground,without the sea,
The one unchanging thing is I,
Myself remains to comfort me.
Read less
Mar, 2018Views
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